I write this as though I have ages of experience with many children, rather than my just-shy-of-2-years and 2 kids worth, but you'll just have to deal with it.
Today, we dealt with the "Children will always sleep when you don't want them to", and "Bad behavior only comes out when there are outside observers who don't know you watching" chapters.
Example #1 - Today we had our doctor appointment for Tiny Princess' 4 month, and Captain Chaos' 2 year check-ups (except that they now call them "well baby" checks). It was scheduled for 1:30, and my mother offered to be an extra set of hands and eyes as BB was unable to get away this afternoon. Knowing this, I put Captain Chaos down at 10, so he could get a full 2-hour nap in , and still have time for me to give him his lunch before we had to load up the car at 12:45 to pick up Mom. However, Captain Chaos had a different idea. He stayed awake and talked for an hour and a half after I put him down. He was not crying or screaming, just talking to his stuffed animals. However, when I had to wake him at 12:15 (decided to give him as much time as I could), he was not a happy camper. This led to his behaving badly at the bank after the appointment, which I will vent about momentarily.
Example #2 - Tiny Princess slept 9 hours straight last night. As a result, when she awoke at 7 this morning, she was ravenous (which is not unusual), and decided she would play and talk until 10 am. She then wanted to eat, so I fed her, and prayed that she would then go to sleep for awhile also. she was awake until 11:45 am. I let her sleep until 12:45, and prayed I could get her from the crib to the car seat and buckled without waking her. She slept until we got to the office at 5 after 1. She then proceeded to scream the entire time. They were not angry or hungry or tired screams. They were just "I can scream, so I'm going to scream" screams...every nurse came in and offered us a bottle of formula. One even offered us a "sweetie" to soothe her. I have never, and will never use a syringe full of sugar water to soothe my children. EVER. Do. Not. Ask. Me. Again. Plus the formula they offered was some brand I'd never heard of and was soy...because "breast-fed babies don't do well with milk-based formula"...ummmm thank you for telling me that my child, whom I supplement from time to time with a milk-based formula recommended by my doctor, is not doing well? OY!
Example #3 - After we dropped off Mom (she is taking a meal to a dear friend who had emergency surgery on a tumor they found between her kidney and her lungs, don't know yet if it is cancer or not), we headed to the bank to take our tax refund check...while I was in the drive through line, waiting for the teller to send my receipt back through the magic vacuum tube thingy, Captain Chaos started thrashing and screaming in the back seat. The lady at the line beside us actually rolled her window down (passenger in the car), and asked me if I needed to have any medical aid with son because she thought he was having a seizure. Again, do you think I'd just sit there calmly waiting for my receipt if my child was having a seizure? DUH! I politely smiled and and said, he was mad because he just dumped his cup of Goldfish crackers onto the floor. Purposely. She said "Oh, well just pick them up and give them back, he's really upset!" It was a good thing at that moment my receipt came, because I took it out of the container, put it into my wallet, started the car, rolled up the window and drove away.
Example #4 - this morning our cleaning lady came (don't ask why she didn't come yesterday), and the ENTIRE time she was here, he ran around yelling "NO NO NO NO!" at the top of his lungs...not because I had said or asked him anything, just because he could. After all, why not say something you know how to say as loud as you can say it? I am thankful he does not know any swear words, and especially thankful that the only real word for body parts we've taught him as yet in regards to potty training is "bottom". I can just picture him running around the house in his training pants yelling "Pee Pee" or, God forbid, "penis"...
Needless to say, I am thankful that our cleaning lady has a son of her own, and understands that he wasn't being bad...just a 2-year-old. Now, if only I can convince BB that he needs to relax about Captain Chaos' seemingly random bouts of crying...
I left the house at ten til 1 to pick up Mom, and we arrived at the office a little after 1. I checked in, paid our co-pays, and we sat down in the waiting area and waited. We were actually 15 minutes early by their clock (a first for me), and were called back shortly after we sat down. We weighed and measured both kids, and I dosed Tiny Princess with her Tylenol because I knew she was due for 4 (yes 4) shots today. Captain Chaos got none thankfully. We then sat and waited. For 35 minutes. This is really abnormal with our pediatrician.
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